Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The New Yorker, Agni and elsewhere. Rafts (Parsifal Editions) is his most recent collection. Family of Man (Pavement Saw Press) is scheduled for Fall 2008. For more information, including his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” and a complete bibliography, please visit his website.
Simon’s contributions:
- A plain paper bag yet in its night
- As if from some hourglass this beach
- And forgetting too comes easier
- At the end each dancer darkens
- …the final piece tonight… and the Earth
- What you hear is one winter
- Waiting all afternoon the dark
- Even in summer, long johns
- Because there’s only one East
- I listen the way bells
- Still, the Earth with so much hair
- And you, licking this reef
- No one gets hurt, you pump
- And the sun by a single stroke
- As if they once had teeth, your hands
- What more proof do you need!
- Half jack, half when the ace
- You shave so the rain
- This grass left for dead, the mower
- When this clock holds back
- This bird must hear the blood